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This story was inspired by when the author forgot their phone password and lost lots of photos

All my dearest memories

Packed in a cell

Wandering in the void of who-knows-where

Oh well

Perhaps those souvenirs of time didn’t belong to me in the first place

Now they can all go

And live freely

In the back of my head

Of where all the precious moments of life

Will be remembered

And treasured until the end of time